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[Fic] Naruto - Ino - So Say a Prayer For the Sickly
Disclaimer:
Naruto and its characters belong to Masashi Kishimoto, not to me.
The title is a line from Like Suicide, by Seether.
Rating: PG-13 for angst.
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15_minute_fic ' word #151 yesterday. 'cause procrastination is my everything ~ ♥
MUST. RESIST. THE URGE. TO EDIT.MY ITALIIIIIICS. TT__TT
Ino sits on the edge of the bed and bends over the boy laying there. She waves her hand before his eyes, slowly, and watches as his eyes follow the tips of her fingers. It's almost funny, how he manages to do it without turning his head at all. In a way, it fits. In a not-really-funny way.
The thing is, he looks just like a corpse. She wonders whether it's from the trauma or the pills. Or maybe some of his old lazyness survived in the corners of his broken mind. Maybe. Maybe not. She stops thinking here - she knows where this will lead her, and she doesn't like that place much. It's scary.
What's even more scary, though, is to think that maybe, if she doesn't pay enough attention, he'll pass away, quietly, and nobody will notice.
She gives him her brightest smile and cups his cheeks to kiss him on his forehead.
She's always been the best liar.
Naruto and its characters belong to Masashi Kishimoto, not to me.
The title is a line from Like Suicide, by Seether.
Rating: PG-13 for angst.
Notes:
Written for
15_minute_fic ' word #151 yesterday. 'cause procrastination is my everything ~ ♥MUST. RESIST. THE URGE. TO EDIT.
Ino sits on the edge of the bed and bends over the boy laying there. She waves her hand before his eyes, slowly, and watches as his eyes follow the tips of her fingers. It's almost funny, how he manages to do it without turning his head at all. In a way, it fits. In a not-really-funny way.
The thing is, he looks just like a corpse. She wonders whether it's from the trauma or the pills. Or maybe some of his old lazyness survived in the corners of his broken mind. Maybe. Maybe not. She stops thinking here - she knows where this will lead her, and she doesn't like that place much. It's scary.
What's even more scary, though, is to think that maybe, if she doesn't pay enough attention, he'll pass away, quietly, and nobody will notice.
She gives him her brightest smile and cups his cheeks to kiss him on his forehead.
She's always been the best liar.
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Er, 15 minutes, not 5. 5 would be, like, a nightmare! XD
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